Thursday 25 September 2008

And we're back

Thank goodness that episode is behind me now. That was emotionally and physically exhausting. There's no point denying there was nothing wrong and all was well. I was not! But I'm feeling enthused and encouraged again, which is something that just refuses to exist when "The Black Dog"* starts howling loudly.

I bought myself a much-simpler (and cheaper) printer-ink refill kit... needless to say, I've caught-up on about 2 weeks-worth of printing that needed to be done. Mostly band stuff (naturally!) Lyrics and song lists and business cards and flyers!

I haven't even turned the recording machine on at all so far this week. After another good nights' sleep later tonight (even tho it's 1am here now! D'oh! lol), I'll get stuck into a few tomorrow. Just a few songs at a time, rather than trying to do the whole bunch in almost one sitting. That's... well, it wasn't working as well as it could have been. So yeah, I'll take my time a little on these ones, and enjoy the experience a lot more.

Tis wonderful having your 'enthusiasm' back. Oh no, you have no idea.


* I think it was Winston Churchill who used to call his depressive episodes as this.
Peas be with ewe

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4 comments:

  1. Good to have ya back Mate! That is what you say down there, right? lol
    Take care

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  2. Glad to hear you're finding your way again!

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  3. Just take care okay. My Mum suffered depression but outsidenof that she waas the most wonderful, creative and kind person on the planet. Sometimes I wished to just cradle he and hold her because the world did not understand her...but in my mind she was the best of us... musaci, song poetry, love compassion kindness, tolerance... that was my mum...

    and re the depression, if you didn't feel as much as you do you wouldn't suffer what you do you just gotta find a kind place for yourself.

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  4. That was one of the worst episodes I've had in the past few years. it scared the shit out of me, basically, but there was nothing I could do about it at the time. Bloody catch-22.

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